I once had a friend she was the best friend i ever had she always smiled never was mad never wanted to fight but one day at gym i was told she had died two days before.That day was a monday .Why am i wrighting this? Because i never told anyone that my world was torn nothing made sense any more. People would talk but i didnt hear them i could not see clearly i couldnt talk right i dreamed of her i would say shes not dead shes on vacation a long vacation she'll be back soon but she didn't come back so i'll stay in my world for now i'll soon come out of it ...when things fix them self ...soon i'll be ok but for now im not.
 Poetic_Indulgence · Thu Aug 16, 2007 @ 06:42pm · 2 Comments |
